I ANONYMOUS. SONG. DO confefs thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have been brought to love thee; But that I found the flightest pray'r That breath could move, had power to move thee; But I can leave thee now alone As worthy to be lov'd by none. I do confefs thou'rt fweet, but find That kiffeth every thing it meets. The virgin rofe, that untouch'd stands, Arm'd with its briers, how fweet it fmells! Such fate, ere long, will thee betide, And I fhall figh, while fome will smile. To fee thy love for every one Hath brought thee to be lov'd by none! SONG. IN faith 'tis true, I am in love, 'Tis your black have made me fo; eyes My refolutions they remove, And former nicenefs overthrow. But, beauty, fince it is thy fate, At distance thus to wound fo fure; Thy virtues I will imitate, And fee if distance prove a cure. I pretend not to the wife ones, 'Tis not cheeks, nor lips, nor eyes, That I prize, Quick conceits, or sharp replies; If wife thou wilt appear, and knowing, Repartee, repartee, To what I'm doing. Prithee, why the room fo dark? Not a spark Left to light me to the mark. I love daylight, or a candle, As well as handle. Why fo many bolts and locks, And those drawers, with a pox ? I could wish, could nature make it, SONG. MORPHEUS, the humble god, that dwells In cottages and fmoky cells, Hates gilded roofs, and beds of down; And, though he fears no prince's frown, Flees from the circle of a crown. Come, I fay, thou pow'rful god, Nature, alas! why art thou fo Yet of death it bears a taste, W. MAY SONG IN THE OLD COUPLE. DEAR, do not your beauty wrong, Your cherry lip, red, foft, and fweet, Proclaims fuch fruit for tafte most meet; Then lofe no time, for love has wings, And flies away from aged things. |